But she is happiest alone. She is happiest alone.
Wordsworth went to the Lakes, but he was never a lake poet. He found in stones the sermons he had already hidden there.
Like all people who try to exhaust a subject, he exhausted his listeners.
Nowadays, saying what you really think can be a serious error since one risks being misunderstood.
Sphinxes without secrets.
The moment that an artist takes notice of what other people want, and tries to supply the demand, he ceases to be an artist.